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tlit ice-house, They had chains on 'em. And thar Kicken
Bird come ride-en on his big grey stallion—a man he was to
look on, tall and limber, and he could evermore set a hoss,
a sight to see. He got off, and come up close to Maman-ti
and Lone Wolf and them was standen thar. ' Hit's time/ he
said, ' and my heart is full of big sadness. But it will be. I
love you, but you would not take the right road. But I love
my people. I send you away because I love my people, and
you would make them kill theirselves a-beaten their head
agin the stone. Fighten the white man is lak beaten yore
head on a stone. When yore hearts is changed, you kin
come back to yore people, and you will find love in my heart
for you.'

"The chiefs standen thar, the chains a-hangen off'n 'em,
didn't say nuthen. They just looked at Kicken Bird. Then
Maman-ti he said: 'You think you are a big chief, Kicken
Bird. You think you have done a good thing. The white
men talk to you and puff you up, Kicken Bird. But you are
lak a buffalo cow, dead and layen in the sun and swole with
rot-wind. Indians ought to be a-dyen together, but you
would not die with us, Kicken Bird. Now you will die by
yoreself, Kicken Bird. You are dyen now, Kicken Bird, and
the rot-wind is in you/ The wagons started rollen, the black-
snakes a-cracken, off toward Caddo crossen. Kicken Bird
stood thar, and watched 'em go. The sojers marched off, but
Kicken Bird kept on a-standen thar, looken whar the wagons
done gone.

"They's things in the world fer a man to study on, and
hit's one of 'em. What come to Kicken Bird. He stood thar,
a-looken, and then he went to his lodge, down on Cache,
Crick, nigh Sill They say he jest set thar, not give-en nuthen
to notice, to speak of. He et a little sumthen, but he didn't
relish nuthen. He ne'er taken his eyes off'n the ground.
Five days that a-way, and come the fifth mornen and he
keeled over and died. 'I done what come to me/ he said,
layen thar, *and I taken the white man's hand/ Then he
was dead. Nary a mark on him, and him in the prime.